Caillebotte and Monet at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art’s ongoing exhibition Degas to Chagall: Important Loans from the Armand Hammer Foundation. Um, hello Hammer frames.
Mel Bochner’s wordy self-portrait at the Jewish Museum.
Also at the Jewish Museum: Repetition and Difference. Archival, contemporary, thoughtful, pretty damn brave.
Anthony Discenza and Peter Straub‘s maddening installation about “the obscure 19-century artists’ movement known as Das Beben” at the Contemporary Jewish Museum. I read through it, paused, went back to the beginning, sat down for a bit, smiled, frowned, and then watched a few other people do the same. We all discussed, and then agreed that there is a 90% chance that Das Beben is not real. But I still don’t know. I still. Don’t. Know.
Josh Greene’s Bound to Be Held: A Book Show, also at the Contemporary Jewish Museum. (These Jewish museums, man!) So cozy. So right up my alley.
Power and pathos at the Getty, obvs.
Creamsicle-colored plaster surrogates at MOCA.
Toshio Shibata’s giant, textured photos of the built landscape at PEM a few years ago.
Rebecca Baumann’s colorful, emotional roller-coaster of a clock. (And the rest of Baumann’s practice, which I wrote about here.)
…AND the entire Color Fields show at the Bakalar & Paine Galleries last year. My first time touching art! Profoundly impactful. Profoundly fun.
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